Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Shen Zhuxin was very surprised when Zhao Dong brought her to East Sea Bank.

Confusion flickered across her face. She clearly didn't understand why. Zhao Dong smiled and said, "Your home is a mess, and you need money for various repairs. You also need some for yourself. Go inside and open an account, and I'll transfer some money to you."

Because all of Zhao Dong's money was in his East Sea Bank account and he couldn't make large transfers from his phone, he had to bring Shen Zhuxin here in person.

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhuxin was startled and rejected the offer without a second thought. "No way! Brother Dong, how can I take your money? Let's go. Please just take me back."

"You don't have to feel burdened," Zhao Dong said. "Just consider it a loan. You can pay me back whenever you have the money."

Shen Zhuxin's eyes misted over. Her voice choked with emotion as her eyes reddened. "Brother Dong, why are you so good to me?"

Zhao Dong gave a faint smile. "Silly girl, you call this being good to you? This is just a little help. You're a good girl and about the same age as my sister. I can't bear to see you living such a miserable life."

Zhao Dong was speaking from the heart; he had a good impression of Shen Zhuxin. Furthermore, her resolute decision to stand by his side at the casino had touched him deeply. He was more than willing to lend a hand to a young woman like her.

After a great deal of coaxing, Zhao Dong finally persuaded Shen Zhuxin to get out of the car, and the two of them walked into the bank together.

This was a branch of East Sea Bank, not the main headquarters. But as the largest bank in East Sea City, even this branch was quite large.

They entered the lobby, which was quite crowded. Zhao Dong and Shen Zhuxin took a number and sat down to wait. Soon, their number was called, and they stood up to walk toward the counter.

However, just as they were about to reach the window, a burly figure huffed and puffed, cutting directly in front of them. He had brazenly cut in line.

Zhao Dong's expression darkened instantly. Tapping the man's shoulder, he said in a low voice, "Buddy, you cut in line."

The man turned around, revealing a fleshy, grim face and a thick gold chain around his neck. He was clearly not a pleasant sort. He scowled at Zhao Dong, his face quickly filling with displeasure and disgust. "Get lost! I'm a VIP customer here. What's it to you if I cut in line?"

Zhao Dong said slowly, "Even VIP customers don't have the right to cut in line. Get behind me."

"Hey! Are you blind, kid? Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?" the big man bellowed, shooting to his feet. He exuded a powerful, menacing aura, his hostile eyes locked on Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong's expression was cold as he looked at the big man and said, word by word, "I don't want to cause trouble. I'll say this one last time: get to the back of the line."

The burly man was clearly furious. His face darkened, and he looked ready to explode.

Just then, a figure in a uniform approached from the side. A familiar voice followed. "Isn't this President Zhang? Hey, Zhao Dong, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Dong looked over and was surprised to see Tian Fangmei, Ding Lan's mother.

Tian Fangmei wore her work uniform: a form-fitting office skirt, black stockings, and high heels. Her black hair was pinned up, and her well-maintained face was both attractive and full of charm. Tian Fangmei was indeed very good-looking; otherwise, her daughter Ding Lan would never have been considered a campus belle back in the day. Moreover, she possessed a mature and seductive aura that was very alluring, making her a beautiful, mature woman.

Zhao Dong suddenly remembered that Tian Fangmei was a deputy manager at this branch. His mouth twitched. If I'd remembered earlier, I definitely wouldn't have come here.

Tian Fangmei looked at the burly man with a smile. "President Zhang, is something the matter?"

The man addressed as President Zhang shot Zhao Dong a cold glare before turning to Tian Fangmei with a smile. "Manager Tian, it's been a few days. You've gotten even prettier!"

Tian Fangmei's face flushed slightly as she replied playfully, "You flatter me, President Zhang. I didn't know you were coming today. You should have called ahead so we could have arranged a proper reception for you."

The man chuckled and waved his hand. "It's fine, you're all busy anyway. But today, I ran into this clueless brat. I already told him I'm a VIP customer, but he's still arguing with me."

Tian Fangmei frowned and looked at Zhao Dong with displeasure. "Zhao Dong, what's your problem?"

Zhao Dong replied coolly, "What's my problem? Who says VIP customers can cut in line? Show me where that rule is written."

Tian Fangmei's expression stiffened. Indeed, no such rule existed. However, it was generally an unspoken courtesy that people would make way for VIP customers. Though it wasn't an official policy, it was an unwritten rule that VIPs received priority. The bank, however, didn't dare to state this openly for fear of public backlash. Zhao Dong's words now put her in a very awkward position.

She paused for a moment before saying to him, "Zhao Dong, your business isn't as important as President Zhang's, so it's not a big deal to let him go first. He's one of our bank's major clients, and my personal client."

"What does that have to do with me?" Zhao Dong retorted sarcastically. "I'm following the queue. No one gets to cut in line."

Tian Fangmei hadn't expected Zhao Dong to refuse to back down. She stamped her foot in frustration, noticing that many people in the lobby were now watching them. She hurried over to Zhao Dong and whispered angrily, "Zhao Dong, are you done yet?! If you delay President Zhang's business, which is worth millions, can you afford to offend him? Listen to Auntie, and just wait a bit."

Using a mix of persuasion and veiled threats, Tian Fangmei assumed Zhao Dong would back down.

However, Zhao Dong still shook his head. "It's my turn, so why should I wait? This is not up for discussion!"

With that, Zhao Dong shifted his shoulder, shoved President Zhang aside, and plopped down in the seat at the counter.

"You little bastard, you... you dare touch me?" President Zhang roared, lunging to grab Zhao Dong by the neck.

With a gentle push from Zhao Dong, President Zhang went sprawling onto his back, his limbs splayed out. The crowd turned to stare.

Instantly, the lobby erupted in laughter.

On the floor, President Zhang was as furious as a raging lion, having completely lost his composure. He had never been so humiliated. He grabbed a nearby stool, ready to smash it over Zhao Dong's head.

Tian Fangmei gasped. If this escalated, she would be in serious trouble. She rushed to block President Zhang, pleading, "President Zhang, don't... don't be rash! I'll handle this for you. I promise I'll give you a satisfactory resolution. You can't resort to violence! Otherwise, I'll be in trouble too!"

President Zhang glanced at Tian Fangmei, his eyes leering at her impressive bosom and slender, black-stocking-clad legs. He let out a sinister chuckle. "You're a sensible woman, Manager Tian. Alright, let's see how you're going to handle this."

Tian Fangmei shot President Zhang a grateful look, then turned to Zhao Dong, her gaze icy. "Zhao Dong, you really think you're above everyone else now, don't you? Do you know where you are? Do you have any idea who President Zhang is?!"

Her voice rose, but Zhao Dong remained calm. "That has nothing to do with me. Move aside, I need to do my business."

Tian Fangmei laughed out of pure rage. "Business? You think you can still conduct business here? I'm going to have security throw you out right now!"

She was so furious today that she immediately walked over and called for two security guards. The entire lobby was now focused on the drama.

The two guards walked up to Zhao Dong. "Sir, please come with us," one of them said coldly.

Zhao Dong's brow furrowed. "I'm here on business. What is the meaning of this?"

"I'm sorry," the guard replied, his voice just as cold. "Manager Tian says you're causing a disturbance. Please leave."

Zhao Dong's gaze grew even colder. He shot a frigid look at Tian Fangmei and sneered, "Auntie Tian, you're kicking me out just to curry favor with this President Zhang. Do you really think you're doing the right thing?"

Tian Fangmei crossed her arms and said coolly, "I don't want to talk to you anymore. Just get out!"

Zhao Dong clicked his tongue. "I came here to do my business normally. Someone else tried to cut in line, I refused, and now somehow I'm the one at fault. You people are really something else."

"Have you said enough, Zhao Dong?" Tian Fangmei said impatiently. "If you're done, then leave. You're not welcome here."

Zhao Dong gave a cold smile, took out his phone, found Wu Tingyu's number, and dialed. The call connected quickly, and Wu Tingyu's cheerful laugh came through the line. "Brother Dong, what made you decide to call me?"

Zhao Dong said calmly, "Tingyu, are VIP customers at East Sea Bank allowed to cut in front of regular customers?"

"There's no such rule at my family's bank, Brother Dong," Wu Tingyu replied. "VIP customers have certain privileges, but they're related to investments. They don't have the right to cut in line. Everyone has to follow the rules."

"Oh, I see. Well, I'm at the Beihua Road branch right now. A VIP customer tried to cut in line, and I didn't let him. Now the branch manager and security are trying to throw me out."

Wu Tingyu was stunned for a second, then her voice sharpened with anger. "What?! Something like that happened? Brother Dong, don't worry. I'll call my dad right now and have him demand an explanation from that branch manager!"

Zhao Dong smiled. "Okay, I'll be waiting."

Hanging up, Zhao Dong sat back and looked leisurely at Tian Fangmei. "Auntie Tian, someone will be here to resolve this shortly."

Tian Fangmei frowned, displeased. "You called for backup? Zhao Dong, I know you've made it big and know some important people, but this is a bank, and this is my turf! Since you say you've called someone, I'm eager to see just who it is."

With that, she glanced at President Zhang, her face blossoming into a smile. "President Zhang, let's go sit in my office for a bit and see what happens."

President Zhang grunted and followed Tian Fangmei into her private office.

Once inside, Tian Fangmei locked the door and turned to President Zhang with a coy look. Soon, he let out a muffled grunt and heaved a long sigh. Watching the woman putting in so much effort, he felt as if he had reached the absolute peak of pleasure. A few minutes later, his whole body shuddered, and it was over.

Tian Fangmei shot him a resentful glance. Inwardly, however, she was dissatisfied and grumbled to herself.